Mo Shuying carried the Demonic Spear out of the corridor and into an ancient hall.
Dim lighting, a stifling atmosphere, and a faint smell of decay lingered in the air.
Mo Shuying waved a hand beneath his nose, trying to disperse the smell, but it was clearly futile. After taking a few steps forward, he quickly spotted a statue in the center of the hall, depicting a handsome man.
There was a name on the pedestal. Mo Shuying walked over and took a look.
"Makiri Zolgen. Isn't this guy Matou Zouken? Seriously, he was a pretty handsome man to begin with. Why turn himself into that neither-human-nor-ghost state just for immortality?"
Mo Shuying raised his hand and fired a shot, blasting the statue's head apart and turning it into a headless stone sculpture.
Then a voice rang out.
"You actually know Grandfather's history. You truly are mysterious, Mr. Mo."
Matou Sakura stepped out of the darkness, her gaze cold and imperious, carrying a twisted sort of queenly air.
Mo Shuying turned to glance at Matou Sakura and spoke.
"Sakura, it's not too late to turn back."
Mo Shuying spoke. This already counted as his final warning.
"Enough, Mr. Mo. I came here to take your lives. We're enemies, you know."
Matou Sakura smiled as a ring of black-red magical energy spread beneath her feet.
"Even Tohsaka Rin and Emiya Shirou?"
Mo Shuying gripped the Demonic Spear and gently stroked its blade with his other hand. Looking at his handsome reflection in the blade, he asked again.
"Well~ I'm definitely taking my sister's life. As for senpai~ I can capture him and train him a little. After all, I love senpai so much~ Heehee~ Mr. Mo, you're an excellent man too. If you choose to pledge loyalty to me, I can